'Then the gesture must have been solely for Senator Palpatine,' Toora remarked meaningfully. 'From what I hear, our delegate from Naboo has the Supreme Chancellor's ear.' Taa turned to Palpatine. 'Is that so, Senator?'
Palpatine smiled lightly. 'Not in the manner you imagine, I can assure you.
The Supreme Chancellor met with me to solicit my opinion as to how taxation might be received by the outlying systems.
We spoke of little else. In any event, Valorum scarcely needs my support to see the proposal through. He is not as ineffectual as many seem to think.'
'Nonsense,' Taa said. 'It will come down to partisanship- a contest between the factions of Bail Antilles, and those who allow Ainlee Teem to speak for them. As ever, the Core worlds will stand with Valorum; the near colonies, against.' 'He's going to polarize the senate further,' Edcel Bar Gane opined in a sibilant voice.
Representing the world of Roona, Bar Gane had a bulbous head and eyes that narrowed and slanted upward at their outer corners.
Toora absorbed the remark without comment. Once more, she eyed Palpatine.
'I'm curious, Senator.
Just what did you tell Valorum, with regard to the impact of taxation on the outer systems?' 'Activate the balcony's noise cancellation feature, and I might be inclined to tell you,' Palpatine said.
'Oh, do it, Taa,' Toora enthused. 'I so love intrigue.' Taa flipped a switch on the balcony railing, activating a containment field that effectively sealed the box from audio surveillance. But Palpatine didn't speak until Sate Pestage-a trim human with pointed features and thinning black hair-had double-checked that the field was indeed functioning.
Pestage's actions impressed Argente. 'Is everyone on Naboo as careful as you are, Senator?' Palpatine shrugged. 'Consider it a personal flaw.' Argente nodded soberly. 'I'll remember that.' 'So tell us,' Toora said, 'is the Supreme Chancellor embarking on a dangerous course by taking on the Trade Federation?' 'The danger is that he sees only half the picture,' Palpatine began. 'Though he would be the first to deny it, Valorum is essentially a bureaucrat at heart, just as his ancestors were.
He favors rules and procedure over direct action. He lacks judgment. The Valorum dynasty was largely responsible for granting the Trade Federation free rein decades ago. How do you think they accumulated their vast holdings?
Certainly not by favoring the outer systems. But by making gainful deals with the InterGalactic Bank Clan and corporations like TaggeCo. That this latest crisis should revolve around the Nebula Front is especially ironic, since Valorum's father had an opportunity to eradicate the group, and he failed, chastising them rather than disbanding them.' 'You surprise me, Senator,' Toora said.
'In a good way, I think. Do go on.' Palpatine crossed his legs and sat tall in his chair. 'The Supreme Chancellor fails to grasp that the future of the Republic very much depends on what occurs in the Mid and Outer Rims. As corrupt as Coruscant has become, the real corrosion-the sort that can eventually eat away at the center-always begins on the edges. It progresses from the outside in.
'Unless Valorum does something to stay the tide, Coruscant itself will someday be a slave to those systems, unable to enact any legislation without their consent. Unless we placate them now, we'll be forced to bring them under central authority at some later date. They are the key to the survival of the Republic.' Taa huffed. 'Unless I misread you, you're saying that the Trade Federation is our link with those systems — comCoruscant's ambassador, if you will-and that therefore we can't afford to alienate the Neimoidians and the rest.' 'You are misreading me,' Palpatine said firmly.
'The Trade Federation needs to be brought under control. Valorum is correct to push for taxation, because the Trade Federation already has too much influence in the outlying sectors. Desperate to conduct trade with the Core, hundreds of outer systems have joined the Federation as signatory members, yielding their rights to individual representation in the senate.
At the moment, the Neimoidians and their partners lack enough votes to block taxation. But in a year, in two years, they could have adequate backing to overrule the senate at every opportunity.' 'Then you'll stand with Valorum, ' Toora said.
'You'll support taxation.' 'Not yet,' Palpatine said carefully. 'He views taxation as a means of punishing the Trade Federation and, at the same time, of enriching Coruscant-an approach that will alienate not only the Trade Federation members, but also the outlying systems. Before I cast Naboo's support with one side or the other, I want to see how the votes stack up. Just now, those who hold the middle ground stand to reap the most. Those who see all sides clearly will be in the best position to guide the Republic through this critical transition. If Valorum has sufficient support without the backing of my sector, so much the better. But I won't flinch in my obligation to do what is ultimately best for the general good.' 'Spoken like a future party whip,' Taa said, with a guffaw.
'Indeed,' Argente said, in all seriousness.
Toora appraised Palpatine openly. 'A few more questions, if you wouldn't mind.' Palpatine gestured toward the stage. 'While I'd be glad to discuss these matters at greater length, the performance is about to begin.' Outfitted in lackluster tunics and soft boots, the Jedi students stood in two opposing lines, two dozen lightsabers ignited in brilliant cast, raised in twice as many hands.
At a word from the lightsaber Master, the twelve students comprising one line took three backward steps in unison and set themselves in defensive postures-feet planted wide and lightsabers held straight out from their midsections.
Custom-built by each student, to suit hands of varying size and dexterousness, no two of the lightsabers were alike, though they did share some features in common: charging ports, blade projection plates, actuators, diatium power cells, and the rare and remarkable Adegan crystals that gave birth to the blade itself. There were few known materials in the galaxy that a lightsaber could not cut. Fully powered, and in the right hands, a lightsaber could cleave duracrete or burn its way slowly though a starship's durasteel blast doors.
At the next word from the Master, the second line set themselves in attack stances, giving their shoulders a quarter turn, lowering their center of gravity by bending slightly at the knees, and raising their lightsabers in two- fisted grips, as if to swat a pitched ball.
At the instructor's final word, the second line advanced in earnest. The students in the first line set their lightsabers to defend and, with choreographed precision, retreated purposefully as they allowed their opponents to
